Just as fast as rain had come to Haadran, the clouds departed. The oppressive heat of the tier 2 planet returned with a vengeance, puddles of ether-charged water rapidly evaporating at a rate visible to the naked eye. Arthur's body was a wreck. His flesh had been scorched with lightning, his head was riddled with injuries that had penetrated to his very soul, and his right arm was missing from below the elbow.No matter how much his heart might say otherwise, his body was simply incapable of continuing with this fight. Samuel screamed in pain and rage, sending Maverick sprawling with a blast of concentrated mirror magic. The elf had fallen to corruption, but that didn't negate the fact that the Flood Wyvern had been his companion for centuries, if not millennia. The sadness and loss in the elf's gaze were difficult for Arthur to stomach, a depth of grief he wasn't used to seeing in his enemies.Those grieving eyes turned to Arthur a moment later, now filled with a hatred that made his skin crawl. He'd made a lifelong enemy here today. Even with all its ruinous wounds, the Flood Wyvern still clung stubbornly to life, though Arthur didn't need to be an animal expert to know it wasn't long for this world. Samuel wasn't even trying to heal his companion, which seemed strange until you remembered Arthur's final attack had practically made the wyvern a vegetable. Permanently. There was no coming back from that.Almost like they were following some kind of script, the battle lulled to a stop as they all waited for Esmerald to breathe his last. It didn't take long, and thirty seconds later, the Flood Wyvern was dead. Arthur gasped at the magnitude of the energy suddenly suffusing his body, irritating his barely healed lungs. This was the most energy he'd ever gained from killing any single monster, and the sensation of it running through his body in his current state was more painful than pleasurable.